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FILL REPOST: Disinhibition (Childermass/Norrell, 3 of 3)

[(Anonymous)]

Two weeks later, the Duke of Devonshire came to dinner, chancing to be in the area, and having Hurtfew recommended to him by his father, who had memories of Norrell's over-social uncle. Which just went to show what a world of trouble one was in for as soon as one started on all that. If it hadn't been for his uncle's addiction to far too many noisy people around at once, Norrell could be around congenial people who didn't talk too much (by which he meant Childermass).

This was considerably irritating to Norrell. Visitors--especially ones who stayed for meals--threw him all out. Not wanting to get his books dirty, he was accustomed to reading his own notes over dinner, which gave him a good chance to review his day's work, and he was accustomed to eating according to his own odd tastes, without having to worry whether someone would look at him askance on days when he had indigestion and he could only manage a little boiled chicken breast or sweet gruel rather than the average rich foods people served at this sort of dinner.

Also, the Duke was over-fond of the sound of his own voice, not in a way comfortable to Norrell, like a fascination with an interesting subject, like magic, but simply, Norrell thought, because he believed he was a person of great consequence.

The Duke said something with an apparent factual error--he seemed to have relatively little knowledge of the way of things in the North--and compounded this by stating that what the North needed was a good set of thief-takers and powerful men to deal with the machine-breaking rabble filling the North. It was not to be expected that Childermass would take that lying down.

"Anyone with the least idea of the subject, sir, is aware of the gross mismanagement of affairs by politicians and mill-owners. The people of the North--"

The Duke of Devonshire raised his voice and spoke right over Childermass.

Norrell waited for him to stop speaking (a courtesy the Duke had not extended to Childermass) and said, "You do not have the right, sir, to speak over well-informed citizens of the county as though Southern politics gives you knowledge of it. If you listened to Childermass, you might learn something."

"The man is your servant, sir!" said the Duke indignantly. "It is his place to listen, not to speak--if he should even attend the conversations of gentlemen."

"It is his place to speak if he has information to impart," said Norrell firmly. "Sometimes he knows more about a subject than I do--and a wise master makes use of what his servants know if they are intelligent. A man of parts, who has lived in the region all his life, certainly knows more than you do, visiting it today."

The Duke said he had never been so insulted in his life, and were it not for his age, and Mr Norrell's age, he would feel tempted to call him out.

Mr Norrell said, "I fear I cannot answer for Childermass's tongue should he find himself better-informed. By all means, sir, if you find this house uncongenial, please do remove in search of better company."

The Duke d--ned Childermass's eyes, d--ned the entire household for a hotbed of radicals, and d--ned Norrell for a weak, spineless traitor to his birth. Then he stormed out.

Norrell was shaking a little--he did so hate a scene, even if he'd precipitated it himself. But he sat down in his library, and distracted himself with a book. This did not take long to restore him to his normal state of comfort.

Childermass brought him a cup of tea, and he sat in the comfortable chair furthest away from the books, and sipped it.

"Well," said Childermass, "you've earned some attention from me next time you want it." He went to the door and locked it.

"That's not why I did it."

"I know, sir. If you'd been trying to manipulate me, I wouldn't have offered. But if I'm ever going to have a go at putting you over my knee, or whatever you want... As I told you, it can't be on any of the many occasions when you've been playing-up, irritating me, even if that's just because you want attention, because I'd just be rewarding bad behaviour. But I feel very pleased with you today, sir, because you stood up for me, and yourself, and it can't have been easy."

As soon as Childermass said "putting you over my knee", Norrell felt a quite decided interest. Evidently the...thing was still there, still making its presence felt. The naughty thought of being bare-arsed while Childermass, clothed, used those big, hot hands on him...

"I see you're ready for it, then." Childermass reached out to fondle the front of Norrell's breeches.

Norrell was quite sure he was blushing.

"Want me to spank you dressed, until you're begging for my hands on your bare arse?"

Norrell shook his head.

"Tough!" said Childermass. "I want to make you embarrassed, and I want to make you ask, and I want to make you beg!"

Norrell stifled a moan as Childermass eased him down on his lap, fully-clothed. To his surprise it felt even naughtier than starting half-naked--knowing that if he wanted something he'd have to ask Childermass. He wriggled.

The first blow came down, and it was startlingly, excitingly hard.

"One," said Childermass. "Are you going to count them out?"

Norrell squeaked nervously. "I--is it all right if I don't?"

Childermass sighed. "Remember what I told you? This is for fun--for giving you a good time--and anything that isn't fun is out."

"Thank you--sorry--I don't do well with the anticipation of it. I just want to feel your strength." Anticipation was never one of his talents--his nerves were often bad enough he could make himself ill waiting for something, pleasant or unpleasant.

Childermass gave him another smack, and he moaned happily. "That way?" said Childermass.

Norrell groaned rapturously, and wriggled in his lap.

"Good," said Childermass. "And don't you dare spend before I let you!"

Norrell groaned again, less rapturously. "That just makes me want it!"

Childermass leaned down. "I know!" he whispered.

A few more nice hard smacks.

Norrell wriggled. "Want your hands on my bare arse--please!"

"That's you asking."

"Please, please, please, I want to so much!" He'd never felt so embarrassed in his life--but he was still begging.

"And that's you begging." Childermass sounded rather smug. "All right, get up a minute and undo your things. I want you bare-arsed for me."

Norrell got up, clumsy and eager, and prepared himself.

Childermass's lap was a little uncomfortable without his clothes, but the feel of those big, hot hands coming down on him unimpeded was perfect. It made his toes curl and his prick almost lose control entirely.

Childermass paused. "Let me know when you've had enough, or it gets too much?"

"Could you...give me a bit of time over it? Just stroke me a bit, where I'm sore, between blows."

Tender caresses and a good firm spanking. It felt marvellous and it reminded him how hot and sensitive his bruised skin was getting. Nice hard smacks, and then Childermass would run his hands all over him where he was sore, teasing him.

"Yes, please!" he gasped, as the delicious feelings were close to taking over.

"Oh, you are having a good time!" said Childermass.

"Can I frig myself--need a hand to finish myself off--and you just stroke and squeeze my arse as I come off?"

"I bet you'd do it even if I said not to, you greedy little tart!" said Childermass as he lifted him up.

"Don't care!" snarled Norrell. "Oh please let me!"

"All right, give yourself a good rub, I know you're gasping for it."

Norrell frigged himself happily, and used his other hand to tease at his balls gently, because it just felt so good.

"Need me to remind you there's someone else here?" asked Childermass, rubbing and stroking and occasionally still slapping his warm arse.

"I'm in...no danger of forgetting!" Norrell stopped a moment to pant.

Childermass got both hands on his bum, and gave it a proper squeeze, digging his hard fingers in thoroughly--it hurt so sweetly he couldn't bear it.

"Can I--oh, fuck!" Norrell wailed, because he couldn't wait another second, and he was jerking in his own hand, coming messily in Childermass's lap, feeling his balls empty in slow pulses as Childermass rubbed his hot, sore arse.

"I'm sorry?" he tried, in an altogether sated mumble, once he'd finished.

"You little liar!" said Childermass.

"All right--not that sorry! I mean, I'm sorry I didn't attend to your needs, and I'm sorry I got it all over you, but..."

"But you enjoyed yourself?"

He shivered all over. "Yes. You made me feel good."

"Are you too tired to suck me off?"

Norrell yawned. "You deserve it! I'd better try."

"Wrong answer," said Childermass crossly. "You're worn out, you had a good time, and you're not ready to concentrate on me. Come on, give me a kiss and I'll do myself."

So Norrell gave him a kiss, and enjoyed listening to Childermass take care of it. After a while he crawled up a bit and whispered in Childermass's ear about what he'd like to do if he weren't tired, alternating kissings and whisperings and soft nibbling.

"That's the trick!" gasped Childermass, and finished noisily. He asked for a handkerchief again, and Norrell determined to buy some more--he'd be going through them at quite a rate like this (worth it! he decided)

"You liked it, then?" Norrell asked after a few minutes, once Childermass had mopped-up.

"Mm. Got me a bit worked-up, knowing what you like and how desperate you'd been."

"Can I have a cuddle, tonight? I mean, if it wouldn't be unreasonable?" Norrell asked, putting his clothes to rights and rather envying Childermass that his dark, dirty clothes rarely looked particularly different even if someone had come on them.

"If you're sensible and go to bed early. I'm not creeping in at three in the morning if you get sidetracked by a book."

Norrell was tucked up in bed at eleven o'clock, not even wearing his night-shirt and feeling naked--well, he was naked for once.

Childermass crept in quietly from the shadows, and stripped off his clothes. He really was a fine figure of a man.

"Up for more already?" Childermass asked him.

"No," he lied. "We've done that already, all I need is a bit of snuggling." He lay on his front and tried not to think about excessive requirements. So Childermass lay almost on top of him. He didn't seem to be at all troubled by how much sex was too much, judging by what was prodding Norrell in the backside.

Norrell sighed and rolled over, embracing him more thoroughly. He let his hands wander, stroking and playing, and while he was having a good feel of what Childermass had to offer, he humped Childermass's leg, just to keep himself going.

"Can I suck you?" Norrell suggested.

"Whatever happened to 'just needing a cuddle'?"

"Can I suck you, then cuddle you?"

They ended up on the bed, just a bit too cold for Norrell, as he bent down and did his best to pleasure Childermass with his mouth. He had to do it a little carefully, for a large man, and it was just-a-bit frustrating because he really wanted to indulge himself as well, but he didn't have a hand free.

"Once you get more experienced I'm going to shove you down on your knees and fuck your face!" gasped Childermass.

"Mm," said Norrell, rather absently, and continued. He supported the object of his attentions with his hands for long enough to withdraw his mouth and say, "Is this more-or-less adequate?" before returning to his labours.

Childermass did not reply to this in words.

Norrell swallowed as much as he could, rather impressed by the copiousness of the result, and settled back on the bed, feeling well-used and rather proud.

Childermass kissed him. "Thank you," he said. "You did very nicely."

Norrell didn't reply, just settled down to take care of himself.

Childermass said, "Let me do that."

Norrell had to admit that an extra hand was welcome. Thinking wicked thoughts about how he'd enjoyed a mouthful of cock, he played with his own balls while Childermass took care of him. It didn't take long--Childermass knew what he was doing, and Norrell was ready enough by this time. He sighed happily as he spilled; just doing it for greedy pleasure rather than urgent desire was its own sort of enjoyment.

Once they were both satisfied, they had that cuddle, and it was very nice.

"I wasn't asking too much?" asked Norrell guiltily.

Childermass gave a deep sigh. "Let me worry about that. If I can't perform my duties because you're dragging me into bed every ten minutes, that's too much. If I don't feel like it--for whatever reason, and I don't even have to tell you the reason--you will accept that and not sulk. I'd say you're always free to ask, but I'm always free to refuse. I'll never shame you for asking. Clear enough?"

Norrell kissed him gently on the mouth. "Thank you. Will you sleep with me?"

Childermass did. Norrell didn't even mind being woken up at an early hour because Childermass had to return to his attic room near the servants' quarters, just kissed him, muttered and went back to sleep.

Childermass kissed him on the cheek, and muttered something about "must keep you satisfied, it does so well for your nerves and your temper."

Norrell might or might not have heard that. He smiled in his sleep.